Hot Sun, Dappled Shade

Late this summer afternoon,

Hot sun beating down

On dusty stubbled hay fields,

I long for quiet shade;

Birdsong, buttercups,

Cool flowing creeks and clover.

Resting on the green

Mossy bank of streams,

In sun-dappled willow shade,

My prayer rises upward in

The whisper of a breeze.


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5 Responses to Hot Sun, Dappled Shade

  1. lamehousewife says:

    Beautiful imagery…so peaceful…

  2. Sheryl says:

    The imagry in this poem is wonderful. As someone who grew up on a farm, the poem almost makes me feel like I’m in a stubbled hay field.

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